I sit on this rock a young boy of 8
I have seen plenty of hate
The love that circles the world is superficial
Where did our lives hit this circle
I see people pass and not even look
I see that other boy he is wearing nice clothes
His mom loves him with all she holds
My mom loves me to
But she let go so young
I have seen many people in my short life come and go
They loved me but not enough to know me
I get up off my rock
I start to walk down this sidewalk
I see many types of people
Young
Old
Trendy
Poor
Mean
Nice
I am afraid some have never heard the inner voice
I see a bum and stand next to him
I look into his pretty eyes
He asks me where did i go wrong
I say it was not you
You will follow me into heaven
Your faith in me is one of strength
I see the street
Many cars passing by
A boy of 8 should not have to worry about the worlds hate
I go into the street
A delivery truck is coming towards me
I know this will hurt but father in heaven please hold me tight
This truck hits my little body
I am flying 100s of feet
I finally land my heart is done
I see the people screaming and crying
One says you cant even recognize he is human
Another says god what have you done
I think to myself he just again sent his son
It took me a boy of 8 to be destroyed
So you would think of god once again
I sit in heaven with a tear
The next day I see the same spot and you would never know I was here

Each and every day I write I soon wonder when people will see and listen. This writing and many others will go into a book and I hope that maybe I can figure out how to publish til then I will continue on down my path of these writings. Thank you dearly for all your nice comments that is what inspires me to write many many more. Each time it is sad to say but I hope I can bring you to tears again whether it be joy or sadness but I do hope people can see they are their own destruction not the world, not god but themselves and yes it can change.